And without another word, I slowly, sensually make love to Poppy in a way I’ve never done before, making silent promises to her with a thousand kisses as our bodies speak to each other’s souls.
Bang, bang, bang!
I open my eyes slightly, sunlight streaming in from behind the curtains, and I’m confused whether I heard a noise or not. I don’t want to move an inch and wake Poppy who’s still out cold, sleeping on my chest. Oh God, I could get used to this sight every morning, but I try to remind myself we’re a long way from that yet.
My phone on the nightstand buzzes at the same time I definitely hear someone banging on the front door this time.
Bang, bang, bang!
Reaching out and grabbing my phone, I see the message.
Adrian: Answer the fucking door before these coffees go cold.
Before I can reply, the next message pops up.
Adrian: You’ve got 1 minute or I’m using my key and dragging your grumpy sorry ass out of bed.
“Fuck,” I murmur. Dropping my phone, I don’t waste time bothering to text back. Trying to carefully shift Poppy off me onto my pillow, I slide quickly out of bed, grabbing my boxers and sleep pants off the floor. Losing my balance as I try to get my legs into them in a hurry, I stumble and kick my toe on the bedside table.
“Ohhh!” I grit my teeth, my toe throbbing. So much for me trying not to make much noise. Poppy starts stirring, but shewon’t have had nearly enough sleep. We stayed up talking into the early hours of the morning, going over what happened with Tessa and then Poppy’s chat with her mom. All that sharing with me was draining for Poppy. But she also told me that although it’s hard talking things out, it takes away some of her heaviness. I’ll always be here for her to unburden her load. But we were both so exhausted, both emotionally and mentally, that we agreed to talk more today about where we head from here with our relationship.
I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart, it’s just Adrian at the door. I’ll be back,” I whisper, and as I’m about to walk out of the room, she lets out a little happy sigh. It only lasts a second and then her eyes snap open, as though she has just registered what I’ve said.
Poppy sits bolt upright in bed, the blanket falling to her waist, and her glorious tits are on full display. Going to the door now with a semi-hard cock clearly visible in my sleep pants is going to give Adrian way too much ammunition.
“It’s morning, fuck. The boys! I was supposed to be gone before the sun rose. Shit, shit, shit.” I can see the panic in her eyes. She pushes herself to the side of the bed and reaches for her pajamas. She’s about to push herself up to stand, but I’m worried she isn’t awake enough to get her balance on her weak leg.
Striding quickly back to her, I grab her by the arms as she stands too quickly and sways like I expected.
“Whoa, slow down. Sit.” I lower her back to sitting on the side of the bed, handing her the panties that are next to my right foot. “Let’s get you dressed first. A naked Poppy will be harder to explain than a dressed one. And just so you know, I don’t give a fuck if the boys see you or not. I’m telling them today that you’re my girlfriend, that I love you, and there will be a lot more sleepovers. The rest we’ll talk about later.” Handing her the restof her clothes I’ve picked up, I kiss her hard on the lips and then step back. “Adrian is probably letting himself in the front door right now, so I need to go and stop him from barging in here too.”
I don’t have time to stay and explain any more as I head to open my bedroom door.
“We need to tell him everything about me, Landon, likeeverythingeverything,” she calls to me as I open the door.
Looking over my shoulder, I smile at her quickly. “Yeah, baby, we do. Dressed, now,” I say and close the door behind me.
I hear Adrian’s key’s jingling as he’s about to slip the key into the lock, but I reach for the front door and beat him to it. At the same time, I hear little footsteps running down the hallway from behind me.
What a great Saturday morning wake-up this is.
“About fucking time!” Adrian grunts at me, juggling the coffees and a bag of some sort of breakfast treats he’s brought with him. I pull his key back from the lock and hand it to him, before standing back against the open door to let him in.
“Swear jar, Adrian!” Kade yells as he arrives at the door to greet us with his usual morning energy. Nash is still rubbing his eyes and trying to work out why Adrian is here. Same, buddy, same.
“Morning, boys, who wants a chocolate chip muffin for breakfast? They’re still warm,” Adrian asks, which brings a cheer from the boys as they follow him toward the kitchen.
I close the front door, and as I’m passing my bedroom, I mumble, “Great, sugar for breakfast, just what we need.” To which I hear a little giggle from behind the door, bringing a smile to my face as I walk toward the kitchen. The boys are already sitting up at the kitchen counter, and Adrian grabs plates from the cupboard.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, standing with my arms crossed at the edge of the room.
“I told you last night. We need to talk, because you are far from okay, my friend,” Adrian whispers to me with his back to the boys who are already feasting on their muffins.
And I seem to remember him grunting something like that at me last night.
“Hmmm, well, a lot has happened since then, and I agree, we need to talk, but not the way you’re thinking.” I step forward and pick up what I think is my coffee off the counter, taking a sip, and then almost spitting it back out again. “Ughhh, that’s one of those disgusting flavored things you try to tell me is coffee.”
“Well, we both know you don’t have good taste. A caramel latte just hits the spot some days, and today is one of those days. I knew I needed extra sweetness to come here and be nice to you, when I really want to smack you around the back of your head and say wake the f— um, h— Oh these damn kids being around, you know what I mean.” Adrian pushes the other coffee cup toward me and snatches his out of my hand.
